Today was different, at least the beginnings of today was different because a tremendous great dane sized doberman pincher came to the dog park, circled around the back of me and lifted his leg on me and my dog walking/homeless lady long down coat and calf. I didn't even notice him back there but my friends did, and then after they shooed him away as I stood there being so calm I may have freaked the other dog owners out. I could feel the warmth of his ... pee ... soaking through the layers of my super snuggly teddy bear fur lined on the inside dog walking sweatpants. Everyone was very kind and offered to do all sorts of things to help my pee covered situation, like wipe my bag lady coat in the snow, but I just said I would toss it in the trunk of my vehicle and then the wash when I got home (which I did) and didn't really want to make fuss.
This level of calmness and inaction on my part hilariously freaked people out and everyone was handling me with kid gloves, like I was going to blow but didn't know it yet. It was kind of fascinating and made me wonder if I should have shown more upset-ness or everyone else would have wimped out under the circumstances. But what was I going to do? I had been at the park for two hours anyways and was about to leave and tend to my frost bitten cheeks when it all went down, so it wasn't like getting peed on threw a giant monkey wrench in my plans. Also, I tell the other women that the long coat I wear is my dog walking coat because it is! I have had it and hated it for years. Last winter I wore it while I was tracking through the woods, so it is all torn up from thorns and also from a nail sticking out of a booth seat at the health food burrito store from the winter before and now from dog claws scraping down the front of it because there are quite a few naughty young dogs who like to jump on people at the dog park. Really, my biggest concern was that the dirt encrusted front of the coat may have been the dirt-glue which held it together and washing it posed a risk of separating it section by section in the washer. But my bag lady coat did come out of the washer intact, with some new mysterious white splotches, but guess what. I don't care because it is my dog walking coat that dogs can jump on and rub their muddy dirt rolling selves against and I can relax about because if I care what I look like I leave that coat on the hook and wear something clean!
And in the end the giant great dane sized doberman owner found out my cell phone number and texted me her apologies and offered to pay to have the coat dry cleaned. I told her to forget about tit because I already did (except I had to remember every humiliating detail for you dear reader) but now that I have gotten the incident off my fingertips I can file it away in the "watch out for that pincher file" and go on with more important things.
Like how I almost had a full fledged migraine today. I woke up with THE headache, but ignored it for too long and then I realized the tell tale migraine salivating had begun. I immediately took some pain relievers and hoped for the best. In an untreated migraine I get to the point of nausea where I am unable to take any pain relief and then spend a few hours completely incapacitated until I vomit once, think the increase in pain means death is imminent, vomit a second time and miraculously recover. If I recognize the special migraine pain early enough and take a pain killer I can get away with just having a normal headache. Today I was a wee bit late with the pain relief so I ended up cocooned on the couch for a few hours until the pain subsided enough and then eventually stopped the pre-puking salivating. I have got to pay more attention!